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Iori saw Scarlets trying to get a cab outside and thought to himself, where the hell is she going.


He got up from the bar quickly and knocked over the stool and said

"I'm following her, there is no reason for her to be leaving right now. Plus something attacked me before it just left too it had the perfect opportunity to kill me, but it left. Something is wrong and I'm gonna figure it out.
You can follow if you like, but don't get too close you might get burned."

Iori walked out the door with his dog and flagged down a cap

Amati spied the hand and snarled almost immeadiently. He leapt away from the outstretched hand and toward an extremely clueless Sakeri. She looked at the two of them with wide-set eyes and a blank facade.

"Wha..." she inquired, her jaw hanging wide open. Suddenly, a strange hole appeared before her, leaving her gaping at his capabilities. The two just seemed to be yelling and trying to leave, to what she believed was a place, the gods wanted destroyed.

"Pentagon?" she continued stupidly, waiting for them to tell her the actual instructions. She knew it had something to do with te Pentagon, but what else? Sakeri knew she had to keep up the facade.

The sound of pneumatic pumping was heard striding over the roof top, a gray figure garbed in a trench coat and wide brim descended from the top and landed with a tremendous impact on the concrete near Iori. It held up its "hands" which sprang out into three pronged claws and sprayed a jet of flame at him.

Iori Blocked the attack with is own fire and reached onto the machines face to crack the metal.

Sakeri's blank face grew stern with the sudden interrogation that had been thrust upon her.

"I don't owe you anything," she said quietly. Amati's neck cracked as he padded next to her, sensing the hostility coming from the girl. He stood strong as gray wisps began swirling around the duo. Claws began to form around her fingertips and a her face grew colder with each passing second. "I don't have time for your doubts, Girl. Just tell me what the gods want killed." Her skilled hand fingered the curved blade that lay inside her pocket, ready for any sign of attack.

[[suffering from severe writer's block... bleh]]

Ruko got up and began to unfurl her wings "Ok.. ill see you at the pentagon then......" Ruko took off and thought about what had happened.(Bleh you guys too?)

((You know, I hate to say it, but I don't think Jewel is gonna be back soon enough, so I'll blaze my own way to the Pentagon.))

Sitting on a sofa in a "borrowed" apartment (physically ripping the lock out hadn't been hard at all), Mark stared at the TV, listening to the news. It was good news, too. Sightings of UFOs, gently spattered over the east section of the nation called "United States of America." The bad news was that he could see where the cannons were mounted on the Vipers, even in the dark... and judging by their position, it had been the Feds who had gotten to him first, not his friends. Hopefully no space battle would occur, because he didn't want to see anybody else down on the surface of this planet. One space invader was bad enough. Thousands... well, he didn't even know what his men would do when they landed on a backwater system like this.

Then something flashed on. The White House (clearly important) was being crushed. By plants. It took him a while, but he finally understood: one of the three branches of their government resided within the White House, and he had been killed. Nothing he nor any of the other Phoenixes could do would cause plants to grow like that. Something else was involved. Other strange things were going on, too. A mine had exploded, raining rubbled on the town and killing almost everyone within. That didn't seem to have been natural either, although the government pinned it on an explosives accident.

If anybody knows how to handle explosives, it's miners, was all that Mark could think. Furthermore, strange sightings had continued. On the map, they all led to one place: the Pentagon, another government building, probably the workplace of military leaders and the such. If they lose their President, and then they lose the rest of their government... I saw airborne transportation. Compression jets. They'll be fast enough, if I can get one fancy enough. I wouldn't want to end up on a passenger jet...

In a matter of minutes, Mark had both hunted down the airport and "acquired" a jet.

"Sorry, sir, but this is government business," he informed the pilot of the Learjet. "We have our own ways of doing things," he finished before climbing into an entirely unfamiliar cockpit. At least the throttle and stick were the same. He could even spot flaps and gear, and hopefully that would be all that he needed.

[[Neh... you're suppose to go with the flow. gonk I'm not in the business of making my character indestructable. Go on without me. I'm either going to die or have an excessively long recovery. I haven't decided yet... cry It's so illogical for her to survive such a fall.]]

Sakeri and Amati traveled through the portal only to find themselves falling through thin air. She gasped as the air rush past her, and fear began to fill her lungs. Her mind was a mixed world of emotions as the two began to plung to their deaths. Everything had been blown out of her mind, everything but Amati. Tears as she turned to face him, extending her hand toward him. There was only one option.

If I'm going to die, a voice rang in her head. I want to die with you.

Sakeri looked at the wolf in shock. She didn't know that they could speak telepathically. A curved dagger began to float out of her pocket, and her eyes widen with horror as she reached for it. In an instant, Amati had somehow closed the distance between the two, grabbing the dagger in the process. Sakeri secured her small arms around the canine, tears flying as the gray wisps began to form around the two.

Soon the wisps of smoke grew into a tornado of sort, swirling the two in a midst of grey. Seconds later lone girl flew out of it. Her long black hair adorned with two wolfish ears, blew behind her. She gazed down toward the ground emotionlessly, gripping a red and blue jacket until her knuckles turned white. This girl... was ready to die.